You sent me something so beautiful —
I want you to know I read every single word.
It was valentine when we officially started this relationship.
It was valentine when we both just hold our hands.
It was valentine when we had first kiss.
It is valentine when ur every chotu chotu gesture make me fall in love with u.
The most luckiest person is me — who has got a handsome gentleman like u who handles me with care.
No relationship can be as like Samu and Maitru. 🧿
It was Valentine when we held hands for the very first time — and neither of us let go.
It was Valentine when we had our first kiss — and the whole world went quiet.
It was Valentine when we officially started — the day I became the luckiest person alive.
It was Valentine every time we stayed close through the hard things — because we always chose each other.
It is Valentine every single day that I get to call you mine, Maitru.
When it was all new and uncertain and terrifyingly wonderful. You were there — patient and warm.
Tevdhi bhandna tar chaltat na — navra bayko madhe. 🤭
But love always won. It always will.
Miles between us, but somehow closer than ever. Distance didn't pull us apart — it made every moment feel like everything.
The small gestures. The random texts. The random kiss emojis that melt all anger instantly. Those are the real valentines.
Our first Valentine's Day. The beginning of a lifetime of proving you made the right choice.
Distance is not taking us apart.
It's making us reach further for each other.
We've chosen silence, discipline, and the same dream.
Not as pressure — as hope.
One day, no screens between us.
Just us, and all the time in the world.
I will choose you — no matter how things go. Every single time. Without hesitation.
I will handle you with care — always. Your sensitivity is not a burden. It's what makes you beautifully you.
I will ask if you've eaten, if you're okay, if you're taken care of — because care is presence.
I will be your protected world. So you always have somewhere safe to land.
I will be your Samu. Forever and ever. ♾
3rd standard. Age 9. I saw you and something shifted —
I didn't have words for it then.
Then September 2021 arrived. 8th standard. Same tuition.
And the boy who had quietly loved you for five whole years
finally got to call you mine.
That's not a love story, Maitru.
That's a destiny.
press play, Maitru 🥺
कारण तू माझी मैत्रू आहेस 💓
These two photos are special.
Because it's us.
Before you, I didn't understand what love really meant. With you, I learned it's deeper and quieter than attraction. Your kind heart changed the way I see everything.
I know you overthink, and your biggest fear is me leaving. I see that part of you — the one that feels deeply, cries instead of hiding, loves infinitely. I see it and I stay.
The puri bhaji you love even though I don't. The way you go "olelaloloelalo" suddenly. Those little moments stay with me more than any grand gesture ever could.
When you heard about your grandpa, I was the one you called without thinking twice. I will always answer. I will always be that call.
You said you want to sleep on my lap, pappi geychiye, hug karaychay, cuddle karaychay.
Kar na please study — aani mag saglya karuyat together. 🥺
Until then: even in the quiet, even in the break —
you matter deeply to me. Always.
Happy Birthday, IAS Maitriya Sachin Gulave.
Always hold your head high. 💓
I loved you at 9, without knowing what love was.
I love you now, knowing exactly what it costs.
And I will love you at every age still to come.
Tere hawaale, Maitru —
main aur meri poori zindagi.